As predicted, as soon as the girls were tucked into bed last night, I curled up in my bed with needles, yarn and iPod to begin my beautiful new shawl. I was able to very quickly complete enough of it to move it from DPNs onto a 16 inch circular - a move that always brings a smile to my face. With great joy I knit everything up to the base of the first row of lace patterning, and then set it aside so that I could do a bit of reading before bed.
I woke this morning from dreams of handknit lace - I kid you not! - and as soon as I was able I picked up my needles to begin again. The Princess and the Pixie were good enough to first sleep late and then quickly find something fun to do together, and so I wound up with most of the morning to myself.
Under normal circumstances, I would easily have finished chart A in the time I had this morning.
Under normal circumstances, chart A is fairly simple and straightforward.
Under normal circumstances, I consider myself to be a highly proficient, talented lace knitter.
Apparently, today was not a day for normal circumstances.
The problem - as silly as it now seems - was just the first row. I managed to screw it up not once...not even twice...but THREE times. If you had the pattern in front of you now, you would probably be wondering how on earth anyone could muck up something so simple. The first time was a mistake of symmetry. I am a highly ordered person, and so when I looked at the pattern I saw an even number of plain knit stitches instead of an odd. The second time the whole thing came out wonky, and when I looked back I found that I had completely disregarded the pattern in two places starting very early in the row. The third time I managed to leave out three yarn overs...once again in pattern repeats back at the beginning of the row.
I was taught at a very early age that if something was worth doing, it was worth doing to the absolute best of one's abilities. I never fudge my knitting if it's in my power to fix it, and so I laughed at myself each time and then patiently tinked back to fix my mistakes.
I suppose I could be annoyed at having 'wasted' so much time. After all, such a solid block of time to myself during the week is rare indeed as the girls generally require more attention than they did today.
But...it was such a peaceful morning, and I did enjoy knitting to the sound of the storms outside.
Yep, it's better to just laugh.